Gentle Touch and Such

No one ever liked me even a tenth or half as much As my mushroom friends Gentle Touch and Such When I awoke in the mushroom forest that wonderful day I heard a chorus of tiny voices yelling “hey! hey! hey!” At first it did not compute that these little chubbies could talk. They laughed when I said it, gave me their fun scissor walk. They showed me some of their tricks, dove off flowers and stuff. I was amused by their antics, they looked so fluffy but rough. Instant friends with these miniature people, even Mushroom Kim. I stopped eating mushrooms on my pizza, in deference to them. As a favor, they offered to sit naked in my tea and steep. I closed my eyes harder, going back down in Rem so deep.